328 <br /> <br />A Bird came down the Walk— <br />He did not know I saw— <br />He bit an angle-worm in halves <br />And ate the fellow, raw, <br /> <br />And then he drank a Dew <br />From a convenient Grass, <br />And then hopped sidewise to the Wall <br />To let a Beetle pass— <br /> <br />He glanced with rapid eyes <br />That hurried all abroa— <br />They looked like frightened Beads, I thought— <br />He stirred his velvet head <br /> <br />Like one in danger, Cautious, <br />I offered him a Crumb, <br />And he unrolled his feathers <br />And rowed him softer home— <br /> <br />Than Oars divide the Ocean, <br />Too silver for a seam— <br />Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon, <br />Leap, plashless as they swim.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bird-came-down-the-walk/
